by Joseph John

* Cover Design by Stephanie Shimerdla *

Description:“A warning from a stranger.“Nothing you know is real. Your name isn’t Shawn Jaffe, you’re not an investment broker, and you’re not from Ohio.” But the stranger is murdered before he can explain. Now Shawn isn’t sure who he can trust.Even his own memories are suspect. Someone is watching him, controlling him, using him.To survive, he’ll need to find out who and why. But the stakes are much higher than one man.Our humanity is on the line, and on the eighth day, it could be the beginning of the end.”

• About the Author •

* Sylvia Sharpe Photography *

“I took on this mortal coil in 1976 in Omaha, NE. As an only child, my parents were able to devote their existences to catering to my every whim. My Mom started by reading the newspaper to me, ensuring I was up to speed on current events. Once I outgrew the newspaper, she moved on to Golden Books. I read my first novel, Cujo, in the third grade. It hooked me, and I took to main-lining novels and working the libraries like an eight-year-old junky looking to score his next fix. I’ve been an avid reader ever since, throwing my lot with Frank and Joe Hardy, the three investigators, and much later, Roland Deschain and his ka-tet.

I somehow fooled Uncle Sam into believing I’d one day make a great leader of men, and he promptly shipped me off to the United States Military Academy at West Point, NY, where I languished in a turmoil of emotions ranging from apathy to not giving a damn. This lent me to writing angst-filled poetry and short stories when I should have been paying attention in class or studying in the barracks, thereby resulting in the refinement of my craft and lending credence to that familiar idiom — you know, silver linings and all that.

In 1998, I graduated from West Point and was commissioned as a second lieutenant in Army Aviation. I attended flight school in Alabama, where I learned to wear cool shades and a leather jacket, and something about helicopters. Forgive me. It was some years ago, and my memory is fading faster than a cheap tattoo.

In 2013, I hung up my cool shades and leather jacket and donned a pocket protector and masking-tape-repaired glasses, transitioning from Army Aviation to Operations Research and Systems Analysis. I’d spent the last fifteen years refining my skills and building a solid foundation of knowledge, so I figured what better time than the twilight of my career to throw all that out the window and start from scratch in an entirely new field.

So how does the rest of my story go? I’ll tell you when I get there; it’s still a work in progress.”

The time has come for me to break the ice a little on my upcoming project. I’m purposefully sparing a fair number of details for now, as my official announcement will be next week. Until then, I welcome you to feast your eyes upon a few tidbits of what’s to come.

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What to Expect:

Genre(s):

Dark Urban Fantasy, Science Fiction, Horror, Dystopian Fiction

Setting:

Slightly in the future, in a Dystopian world where the cities thrive and everything else withers away.

Protagonists:

(1) Colonel Bastian Darcey – frightening and vicious, Special Operations Coordinator and Senior Personal Advisor to the President of the New World Administration

(2) Evelyn “Evie” Samson – strong-willed and outspoken, lead speaker for the revolt and younger sister to the President of the New World Administration

Issue:

The entire world is quickly approaching the verge of extinction due to war and famine.

Twist:

NOT vampires. NOT zombies. But something equally paranormal/supernatural, mysterious and (especially) dangerous.

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I know it’s not too much to go on, but you’ll get plenty more next week. BUT, if you’re already interested, let me know if you might want a FREE copy in exchange for a review. Just CLICK HERE to contact me and we can work out the details via email.